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FROM SAM AND SHARI ROBB (EDITORS): Tales From the Wood: Stories in the Key of Tull, Volume 2
Jethro Tull has an amazing discography. Spanning everything from folk music to heavy metal over 50 years, their music has inspired generations of artists of all types – including authors. This anthology of speculative fiction pays tribute to that inspiration. Just as the music of Jethro Tull spans genres, so do these stories.
Come join us around the fire for stories of all manner of witches, wizards, dragons, and fae beings both light and dark as these bards bring you their Tales from the Wood.
FROM MOE LANE: Tales From The Fermi Resolution: Vol. 2: Lights in the Darkness
“Moe has a bunch of great stories in this collection, including the best response to that Le Guin story I’ve ever seen.”
– Karl K. Gallagher, author of Torchship Trilogy and the Fall of the Censor series.
Return to the world of the Fermi Resolution! Ten stories of a post-apocalyptic North America, gone mad with magic. Adventure abounds, from the treachery-haunted ruins of Michigan to the magic-kissed streets of Cin City! Action and derring-do, on land and sea – well, all right, the ‘sea’ part is actually a bay. But there are sea monsters fighting elvish privateers! Bears with hats! Orcs attending operas! Several flavors of mad cultists! Nine hundred years of patient heroism, all to protect those precious lights in the darkness.
This book includes the first three chapters of the upcoming Tom Vargas novel BANSHEE BEACH.
FROM HOLLY CHISM: Light Up the Night
Dane Crockford is tired. Tired of the green energy crapping out and leaving his wife Rose gasping for breath when their air conditioning dies, tired of trying to hide his use of his own solar panels from the nationalized electrical company, and tired of worrying about his daughter and son-in-law, trapped in an abusive indenture program to pay off their student loans. He’s not the only one, either. Everyone in his home town is in a similar situation, many of them with their children doing dangerous jobs without pay to offset crippling student debt. So when his grandson Toby accidentally discovers an energy generation method that isn’t wholly owned by the federal government, he jumps on the possibility of building something that works, in spite of and around the federal monopoly.
But what the monopoly doesn’t realize is that their grip on Dane, and on his home town, is far less secure than they think. When they disconnect his house from the power grid, they have nothing to hold over him, to force him to work for small rebates on his monthly bill. The utility has unleashed the power of a cranky old man with a rare skill, and they’ve got no idea that they’ve tossed the pebble that starts an avalanche.
FROM JAMES TOTTEN: Annie’s Got A Gun: A Pole Dance Aviation Short Story
Ukraine is becoming a very dangerous place. Suicide drones attack civilians and infrastructure with impunity after all of the $100k surface to air missiles are gone and the “flack tracks” run out of bullets. In a horror show of a war, it’s time for some good old American ingineuity. Pole Dance Aviation, a Private Military Company, is established by its charismatic owner Jason Kane to assist with counter drone operations. Flying highly modified Cold War airframes, PDA gets down to the nitty gritty of shooting suicide drones out of the sky far cheaper than launching missiles that cost thousands of dollars a shot to kill hundred dollar drones. What happens if a PDA aircraft gets shot down? Send in the downed aircraft crew recovery platoon, The Shitheads, and they will fast rope into hell to get the pilots out. No fight is too tough and no enemy to too bad to keep the Shitheads from doing the deed and getting the pilots back. The Shitheads are supported by a cast of character’s, planes with call signs like Spy and Fat Amy, pilots named Axel and GO Juice, and leaders named Turtle and Mikey (that pre-workout fueled fight junkie will eat ANYTHING). Come along for the nonstop thrill ride set in the near future with headlines ripped out of tomorrow’s news feed. Oh, did I mention, Annie… yeah, she is there too, and she got a gun!! Mount up for grueling action as the Shitheads take on all comers in this high tech fight to the death on tommorow’s battlefield in Eastern Ukraine.
FROM I. M. LERNER AND CATHERINE OSORNIO: The Hidden Entrance (Under the Staircase – An Economic Adventure Series for Kids Book 2)
On a hunch, he pressed down on the ledge, first on Hubris and then on Nemesis.
Crrrr….
The click-clackety sound of moving gears creaked loudly on the other side of the wall.
Slowly the bookshelf slid aside, revealing a dark hallway.
After spending the summer discovering the Under the Staircase Society, Nate, Maya, and Maggie are finally back at school. But while Nate would be happy puttering in his workshop and tinkering with his 3D printer, he can’t stand by as their beloved Apprenticeship Program comes under attack. The discovery of The Road to Serfdom sparks a chain of events they could never have expected. From Cipher Wheels to Cicero, secret desks to hidden passages, the kids must solve the mystery…before it’s too late!
Under the Staircase® Books A mystery and adventure series that teaches treasured values: personal responsibility, individual liberty, and economic freedom.
Psst! Parents & Teachers: The second book in the series introduces a variety of Friedrich Hayek’s economic concepts—individualism and collectivism, the knowledge problem, the fatal conceit, and other topics—using examples from kids’ day-to-day lives in school, with friends, and in familiar situations.
FROM MARY CATELLI: Journeys And Wizardry
Drunken mermaids — a clan cursed to become crows — a magic book that even the Nameless Necromancer fears — and more in this reprint collection of thirteen stories and a poem.
FROM LEIGH KIMMEL: Ice Storm
Everywhere Evangeline looks, a thin coating of ice makes objects gleam in the sunlight. However, the beauty proves deceptive, for it hides a deadly secret, one only she can recognize.
In her youth, Evangeline had aspired ot master the powerful magics of her world. Those dreams died the day her Gift awakened uncontrolled and plunged her into a vision of a full fleet battle. The Admiral’s Gift will not be denied, and for Evangeline there was no choice but to trade her mage’s robes for Navy blue.
Now she is faced with an enemy she cannot fight save by magic. Except those who bear the Admiral’s gift are forever barred from working magic.
FROM KAREN MYERS: The Visitor, And More: A Science Fiction Short Story Bundle from There’s a Sword for That
A Science Fiction Story Bundle from the collection There’s a Sword for That
THE VISITOR – Felockati is anchored to his permanent location underwater and misses the days of roaming his ocean world freely.
But something new drops out of the sky and widens his horizons — all the way to the stars.
YOUR EVERY WISH – Stealing the alien ambassador’s dagger is a sure thing for Pete — just what he needs to pay off his debts.
Until he starts talking to it. There has to be a way to get something for himself out of the deal. Has to be.
Vignettes by Luke, Mary Catelli and ‘Nother Mike.
So what’s a vignette? You might know them as flash fiction, or even just sketches. We will provide a prompt each Sunday that you can use directly (including it in your work) or just as an inspiration. You, in turn, will write about 50 words (yes, we are going for short shorts! Not even a Drabble 100 words, just half that!). Then post it! For an additional challenge, you can aim to make it exactly 50 words, if you like.
We recommend that if you have an original vignette, you post that as a new reply. If you are commenting on someone’s vignette, then post that as a reply to the vignette. Comments — this is writing practice, so comments should be aimed at helping someone be a better writer, not at crushing them. And since these are likely to be drafts, don’t jump up and down too hard on typos and grammar.
If you have questions, feel free to ask.
Your writing prompt this week is: SWEET








FROM LEIGH KIMMEL: Ice Storm
FROM KAREN MYERS: The Visitor, And More: A Science Fiction Short Story Bundle from There’s a Sword for That
The above books don’t have a link to Amazon.
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Since I already had the ‘zon tab open:
(Sure hope this shows up as a page; the text url is awful.)
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And:
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I’ll fix when I go up. Sorry. Went with Morrigan to pick up dress from final adjustments.
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Question: Why don’t vampires hunt at county fairs?
Answer: Too many of their possible prey are eating cotton candy. There is such of thing as “two sweet” for vampires. [Crazy Grin]
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Rae added extra honey to her porridge in the quiet kitchen. Marcus felt quite certain that the other youngsters had stayed up late, talking or just plotting.
Then, what did they have to do that needed them to get up in the morning?
“Do you know what’s opposite my dominion?”
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“including the best response to that Le Guin story I’ve ever seen.”
Desire to read more intensifies.
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There are so many different smells that you will encounter as a Monster Hunter that you could write several large books on them. And this assumes that you don’t have a nose as good as mine or Earl’s.
From the rotten-meat necromancer funk to the artificially sweet smell of some kinds of succubus, keeping your nose open in a lot of circumstances is a very good idea. You might not always see a monster first or see other signs, but learning the smells can provide you with some hints and clues. Smell a vampire feeding pit? Vampires might be close. Odd odors on the breeze? Might be something that was rubbed or fell off, so find it and examine it for clues.
Mind you-I would keep your gas mask handy, just in case.
But this set of smells? Sandalwood, oak, and licorice? That was new.
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“I was at the castle, waiting,” he said. “At that, I think they may have been as large each time one of my sisters left with her bridegroom.”
Felisa murmured something of how sweet that was, and looked about as if wondering whether the crowd could increase for their departure.
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“Man that’s a sweet ship” Jongo said.
“Dude, you have no idea” Bill said.
“It’s dudette” Jongo indignantly replied.
“Well maybe if you cleaned up a bit and wasn’t loaded down with a ton of gear a person could tell that” Bill teasingly replied.
“That’s going to cost you Dinner” Jongo sternly said.
“Sweet” Bill said, he really didn’t think it would be that easy.
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So just as a data point, I learned that that term is much more general purpose than I had thought when more than 20 years ago I happened to be walking through a local mall one afternoon, and two young crop-top short-short obviously girl-girls walked past. The dialogue overheard was as follows: “Dude.” “DUDE!” “Duuuuude.” “Duuu-uuude.” and so on, obviously fraught with meaning and also obviously not pointing out various dudes to cast their gaze upon or somesuch – they were imparting information encoded somehow in calling each other “dude” as they swayed along.
On the other hand, my nephew clued me in on the various applications of the term “sweet,” similarly infinitely encodable with meaning through context and intonation.
He’s closing in on 30 nowadays, so this was similarly in the vague and distant past, so perhaps this has all been superseded by texting emojis. Anyway, I would have gotten away with it too if it wasn’t for you darned kids. Get off my lawn!
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How good it felt to be home. When Roy’s unit had been called up in the wake of the Great Outrage, he’d been expecting some kind of disaster assistance, but he’d never expected to be part of the greatest medical airlift in all history.
Even now the past several days were something of a blur, punctuated with the occasional vivid image — the silvery ribbon of the Volga as it bent toward the Don, which served as their principal landmark for coming in to Chuikov International Airport, the sound of ambulances as they took patients off to the regeneration hospital that a decade earlier had been a secret biotech laboratory, and the pervasive stench of smoke and ash that clung to the plane even on that end of their flights.
He would’ve kept flying nonstop, if human flesh could’ve sustained it. But there were good reasons for the mandatory rest breaks for all aircrews, American and Russian. They’d do no one any good if they flew when so exhausted that their judgment was shot. So they’d taken their places in the rows of cots laid out in a gymnasium, fallen into deep and dreamless sleep even with the endless rumble of aircraft coming and going overhead.
They’d done the impossible, and he would treasure that memory far beyond any medal or unit citation. But right now he was looking forward to being back with his family for some well-earned rest.
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The man on the cover of Tales from the Wood has his right hand rotated 180° from the way I was taught to hold it back in seventh grade. His right thumb ought to be on the near side of the flute, and his fingers on the far side. I’m not sure it’s even possible to play a flute that way, though if anyone could it would be Ian Anderson!
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…. I didn’t make that cover. It’s not my fault!
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The two hobbits were appalled by how irreverently the wandering band of troubadours described the awful events the Fellowship had endured in the Mines of Moria.
“The creature in the back
Had all the orcs attack
And it turned into a Balrog Blitz!
“And the creature lashed its whip
Causing Gandalf to slip and trip
They fell together in a deep abyss!
“Balrog Blitz!
Balrog Blitz!
Balrog Blitz!”
“Who could ever bring themselves to be so disrespectful of the sacrifice Gandalf made?”
Meriadoc Brandybuck responded grimly. “They call themselves ‘The Sweet.'”
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